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I didn't get a good look at the fish tank next to me. Hell, I didn't even notice it. This means I am going to hell. Reality, as exposed by scientists as they bite into it, does not reveal an actual hell realm, other than the seemingly limitless varieties of suffering humans and animals create. …

For those of you who aren't connected to me via Facebook, last night I posted the following: 1. I didn't start smoking or drinking until about 33 years of age. How else, other than being under the influence right now, would I get the notion to fill out a silly list such as this? 2. …

Just minutes away from the legendary KRS-One. Needless to say, big excitement is in the air. And there is still time, so come up if ya got nothin' to do this fine Friday night; even if ya do, cancel out those plans. This is a big night in hip hop for Houston. Why wouldn't ya …

sitting here very carefully poised in the birth of a new writing session, Kalika then jumps down to look at my arm and sniff my arm—I sneeze—and then wonder if my sneezing at this moment is congruent to immediate triggered allergies, or just a coincidence. sitting here in the sleepy calm quiet of Sunday night …

the joy of writing, of sex, of bread, of earth - joy in different measures. in pursuit of joy. the effortless acceptance of joy falling through the skylight. these thoughts barely making it to the page versus the desire to grandly translate. write something about the overall struggle-of-life. trying to articulate the heart of the …

Tonight begins three days of rain that scare the cats into the background and I keep drinking really tall glasses of water from the jug not the sky. I told them no it's okay you're safe with me and I'm not gonna let nothing happen to you. Tonight is its own night quiet and done …

Houston hands me a bottle and it's just one and I say thank you World and it laughs, because I laugh, because laughing... is contagious. When you get drunk the spirits come and break the doors down. There are splinters all over this apartment. Getting messed up is congruous. Messed up parallel with being truthful …

Saturday notes: writing plans are coming together (news comes later) it's not easy I tell you I should really emphasize that anyway, I'm in a spot where if you sneeze they bless you with "bless you" it's true that if you really write for a long period the words flow easier and you can open …

By the way, this year's Halloween was a wash out. Oh well. Seems so often that this time of year, we're broke as hell, or unstable in some other kind of way. Forces me to think in terms of seasons, for sure. National Novel Writing Month, for example, falls around this time of year, and …

Hey friends, I have freshly returned from the land of an afternoon nap. Now I am all waked up and walked up to coffee shop, and ignoring the baseball scores, out of sheer spite, also disinterest, and writing this. Today, while thinking thoughts, I thought about family some, you know, growing up with them, and …

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